The room was cold and lonely. More so now that they’d taken Red Raven’s final teammate away, kicking

The room was cold and lonely. More so now that they’d taken Red Raven’s final teammate away, kicking and screaming, to the depths of the facility. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. The Seven Sirens had defended the San Frangeles metroplex from all threats for years. Their strange powers had come from various places, and their rise as some of the world’s first true superheroines during the Resource Wars had marked them as beacons of hope for the old ways, and the old world.But no matter where their powers had come from, none of them could stand before the technological and mystical might of Dr. Hundehersteller and his Empire. And now, depowered, debased, and dispirited, the last of the Seven Sirens squirmed helplessly in her bonds, her legendary speed and strength dissolved by a single nanite injection through her allegedly impenetrable skin.The door to the chamber hissed open. Red Raven twisted, drool splashing down the front of her heaving tits and dripping onto her taut legs. She bit back a scream as she saw the woman who’d captured them all enter the room, followed by a pair of assistants, each holding three leashes. As before, the woman was wearing a skintight suit of shimmering purple Living Latex™, a mockery of the costumes that had so recently marked the Seven Sirens as heroines rather than helpless halfwits.Red Raven sobbed when she saw the dull, vacant expressions on the transformed faces of her former comrades in arms. She searched their eyes for some hint of recognition, some sign they still struggled against their unwilling fate, but all she saw was lust, hunger, and dull animal instinct. “Three fuckmutts, a pigslut, and two cowsluts. Not a bad haul, considering,” said the woman in charge, brushing a stray lock of coffee-colored hair behind one ear as she examined the readout on the NeuroCon screen floating before her eyes. She gestured at the mooing, barking, grunting fuckpets at her feet, laughing as fresh tears burst from Red Raven’s dark eyes.“But what to do with you? Such a troublemaker. Imperial garrisons aren’t free, you know. And killing so many of our men! What would Doctor Hundehersteller say? You barbarians have no notion of wartime propriety. Or the good sense to know when you’re beaten.” She pointed to the drooling fuckmutt that had once been Wonder Gal and said, “You. Wobbles. Lick.” The dark-haired Amazon, her tits expanded to jiggling udders bigger than her head, barked happily and crawled to lick its Mistress’ boot, tail wagging as it eagerly obeyed.“Pathetic. But predictable. An animal can’t be more than it is, after all,” said the woman, turning her eyes back to Red Raven. “And a Ginger Cauc is just a Ginger Cauc, even if it flies around pretending to be a silly supercunt.” The woman’s smile was a slash of white between two smirking ruby lips. She snapped her fingers and said, “Enough! Sit, bitch.” Wobbles obeyed, returning to the side of the man holding its leash with servile contentment.The woman walked toward Red Raven, heels clicking on the tile, every step sending a wave of shimmering color through her suit. “My boss is very fond of Ginger Caucs, you know. A bit of a collector. She’d probably give me my pick of the rest if I give you to her.” Red Raven tried to respond, to hurl invectives at the woman who had turned her friends into these…these…domestic animals, as they called them. But all she could manage was a stream of drool and a series of awkward grunts.“Ms. Gutierrez has a very large collection. But even she hasn’t had a chance to test the avian nanites on a captured cunt.” The woman’s smile grew more genuine as she warmed to the thought. “We’ll need a larger cage than usual, but I think she’ll be most pleased when I present her with her own PrettyPolly™. I think it’s the perfect transformation for a birdbrain like you, Red Raven.”The squirming redhead squealed in terror, looking around desperately for rescue. But her former teammates only stared blandly, or ignored her altogether, their stunted minds rewritten for their proper places in the Natural Order. The men holding the leashes laughed as the fallen superheroine desperately looked their way. One of them made a point of grabbing Celerity by her tawny head and pulling her face to his crotch. The once slender speedstress was now nothing but a fattened cumdump sow. The man grinned as the rotund pigslut grunted and snuffled for his cock through the heavy denim.Red Raven looked away, stricken with fear. There would be no escape, no rescue.“Yes, yes. I like it. And I can see you’re excited, too! Think of it. A little BimboMaxx™ here, some Living Latex there, and you’ll be ready to spend your days looking pretty, perched in your cage and watching yourself obey in Gamma. You’ll parrot whatever your new Mistress wants you to say. I’m sure you’ll be a great help in our news reels and recruitment commercials. She might even teach you to sing.” Red Raven sobbed quietly. Caged, forced to watch herself become a propaganda tool of her captors. She had to get away, somehow…The woman standing over her grabbed her head and jerked it back, forcing her to meet her eyes. “And if you’re very good, she might give you a cracker that’ll put you in Alpha…for awhile. I expect you’ll last for years before the madness takes you for good.” She let go of Red Raven’s hair, straightened, and said, “You boys go on ahead to the auction house. I’m gonna take care of this one personally.” She reached into the satchel at her waist and removed a steel case full of syringes. “Time to clip those wings for good, birdbrain,” she said, smiling.The drooling cunt at her feet might’ve been trying to say something. But it was as meaningless as the squawking of a passing crow. -- source link

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